Grand Central Station, Outside My Window...

There seems to be a common place of activity lately, and it's right outside my window.

I've nicknamed it Central Station.

And this big guy thinks He's the boss of it all. He makes it his duty to be sure the station is kept clean and in tip-top shape!

Because when Mr. Bluejay comes calling... the chickens think it is their personal call to the feed station central for clean-up duty.

Mr. Bluejay doesn't like to share with the chickadees. He needs to learn some manners. The chickadees have learned to be quick.

Mr. Bluejay may or may not realize it... but every time he lands on our birdfeeder, and he takes a bite, the chickens gobble up the seeds he drops.

I don't know if he has realized it or not - this "welfare" system he is supporting...

He takes the best, and the rest is dropped, for the chickens to scratch and fight over.

He's a cute little fellow. But he doesn't realize that the cost of keeping the bird feeder full has gone up since his arrival.

He knows I'm talking about him.

I'm getting the look ... shame on me for interrupting his shameless greed!

Oh my! Look who has showed up for the party!

At least 40-50 turkeys were in my front yard. The noise from their cackling drew me outside. It sounded like a mild roar from inside.

I couldn't believe how many of them were congregated in my yard.

I never sent out any invitations... but maybe Mr. Bluejay did?

She looks like she could use an extra meal or two!

I was within just 5 feet or so of them with my camera, and they didn't seem worried in the least.

A close up of one of the turkeys...

And their pretty feathers - each of them have unique tail feathers, which are beautiful to see.

And there they go. Pecking away, enjoying the remnants left behind by Mr. Bluejay, and not worried about me in the least. Or... about the party that they just crashed.

UH OH!!! The chickens heard through the grapevine that the turkeys got invited to their party... and they were NOT happy!

HMPHTT! Said Mr. Rudy, and with a loud cockadoddle-do... he let them know serious business was at hand. This is HIS Central Food Station, not theirs!

Surprisingly... Ms. Rita took it upon herself to ward off the partying turkeys. These brave chickens chased off the partygoing turkeys. It is quite a sight to see, watching these fierce little chickens chasing off the big turkeys!